I walked the black plains of the Underworld, slowly approaching the palace of Hades himself. All around me, souls of the damned suffered through eternal torture. Occasionally, one would disappear and another would reappear in their place, as the souls took their place as the face of their lord. As I traveled, I could feel eyes on me. The servants of Hades were watching me, determining if I were a threat.
The pack slowly but surely circled around me. Timberwolves, they called themselves. As they surrounded me, three stepped forward. The Kindly Ones, as they were known.
"You seek our lord, this we know," one said to me.
"But you'll find that he shall have no visitors to see him..." Another spoke.
"Though, if you'd be willing to hold still, you might get even closer to him than you imagined..." The third whispered to me. I had no idea when she'd gotten close enough to hold the knife to my back, but I knew that my time had nearly come...
However, I had one more ace in the hole, as it were.
I won't tell you what it is I did, but it was enough to make the Timberwolves leave me be. I reached the gates of Hades' palace. Only one obstacle remained before I could truly approach him...
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